Teach your children well… the singles hell.

I chatted with my three-year old niece on the phone yesterday. She is remarkable with words and perhaps wise beyond her years some times:

Cutest Niece Ever: My boyfriend Miles is moving to New York. (note: little Miles is her next-door neighbor and they are inseparable)
Mel: I heard. Are you sad?
CNE: Yeah. Do you have a boyfriend?
Mel: No, no boyfriend.
CNE: Why don’t you have a boyfriend?
Mel: Well, he dumped me.
CNE: What a douche.

So, here’s to celebrating National Singles Week and that link will also tell you why you’re still awesome even if you are single.

How will you celebrate? I intend to have Bitch Fest v. 32,980,006 with my girls, eat a lot of Mexican food (err, I guess more Mexican), slam some high-alcoholic beers because I’m cool and really don’t give a shit about impressing anyone right now, and maybe call someone I recently met to join me for a sloppy dinner date at Melt or Crazy Mac’s. Just saying. What I will not do: give two shits that I am not “with” anyone.

Or I will just eat a box of ice cream sandwiches each night. And you know what? I would still be OK with that. Because I don’t need permission.

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